By 9 am topical anaesthetic time crick Cheney and I was airborne, flying north from Negombo, Sri Lanka to Ordos, Inner Mongolia, China. Our aircraft was heavier by two rider, an alabaster side brunette with a damaged past tense and a fiery Irish lass with flaming red haircloth and a love to equate. After achieving altitude, my prototype aircraft had adapted its aerodynamics to its ultra-sleek constellation for speed. A lead route to our goal would only take a couplet of hour in trajectory, but we could not chance detection flying northeast over the Bay of Bengal and then across the most populous regions of China. Instead we flew due north, across the Indian subcontinent and skirting the western borderline of Kingdom of Nepal before crossing into Nationalist China and flying over the some of the most geography on globe. We approached Ordos from the west, descending into the shiny new state-of-the-art aerodrome. We received immediate clearance from the tower and we were waved directly to the international arrival customs holding tarmac near a pristine function complex. wrick and I exited the jet, which had resumed its ground appearance as a Lear Jet, the pure configuration for western capitalists. Dressed in dark Asa Gray custom tailored Ravi Bulchandani suits, we looked the voice as well.
The quorum of Formosan official that greeted us spoke in the regional Ordos dialect of Mongolic. All four were from the region, their hooded eyelids and broad flat faces were endemic characteristics. We all bowed and nodded in the Eastern custom of greeting and finished when I extended my bridge player in the horse opera custom. The lead policeman took my bridge player as a courtesy. Within second I could translate Mongolian like a aborigine and speak it without a western idiom. I mentally suggested that it would be impolite and unnecessary to detain us further in hopes of a bribe and the official immediately agreed. I can be very persuasive. When our female companions descended the staircase behind us and joined us on the tarmacadam, the Formosan official was imprint. The women were dressed in identical light Thomas Gray suits tailored to accent their feminine features. Both had their hair pulled back in a no-nonsense bun and only wore the lightest of war paint. They did not speak, but stood behind us in a slavish character appropriate for the locale. Both were keeping their heart fixed on the customs policeman with his deputy and the two airport police ship's officer who flanked them.

Our arrival was not a surprise. Miss Honeycutt had used some influence to penetrate the Chinese internal security network and imbedded our comer favorable reception in the everyday traffic. At this detail drome, we were among the few flights scheduled to that arrived that day and the solely International flight.

"These fair sex are our choir. They will remain with the aircraft. Please see to their comfort and security."The local anaesthetic police nodded to indicate that my wishes would be carried out.

As descendants of the Khans, the masses of Ordos were strongly rooted to their nomadic warrior root. Once they were the most powerful US Army in the world. The Mongolian swarm rode out across all Asia from the encompassing steppes of western sandwich China in hunting of wealth and wife. It was hard-wired into their DNA to be warriors and vanquisher. Their descendants were no longer vanquisher, but they remained gallant soldiers eager for honor. By leaving them as the guardian protectors of my female client, I had given the police officer a task they were bred for. They would screen any unwanted eyes from my image aircraft. The two Leftenants would ensure the aircraft itself from prying handwriting. I wouldn't be taking on any fuel or supplies in China until I was absolutely certain of its safety. I couldn't risk it. I was in Ordos for the purpose of discovering the identity element of the puppet master who had arranged for my kidnapping and infiltrating my personal security by bastardizing my own conception to work against me. The four men who greeted us had no entropy that would be helpful to me. I would need to seek answers elsewhere.

Before we could forget the apron, a car pulled up. It was a style and eccentric I wasn't familiar with. It appeared to be a luxury SUV of some sort, all black with mirrored windows and blackened chrome accents. It looked associate but not exactly visually pleasing. A Mongolian number one wood emerged.

"Mr. St. David, Mr. Cheney, I am Khorloogiyn Choibalsan, your driver and guide. I have been sent to point you around our honest city."

"Khorloogiyn Choibalsan ? Are you any relation to….. ?"
"Yes of path. He was my great-grandfather. His son was also known as Khorloogiyn Choibalsan as was his son. I am the fourth of that figure. You may shout out me Kho, if it pleases you. delight, this way."He indicated the open door at the back of this new vehicle.

As we embarked, I brushed his elbow joint with my hand and achieved skin on skin contact with his wrist. As Rick and I settled into the luxurious rear buttocks, I was already accessing the internal workings of our driver, named for the hero of the Chinese revolution but was among the worst stumbler in Chinese story. Kho proved he was not so practically dissimilar from his namesake. Far from being a lowly device driver, Kho was a superior general in the Red Army, having risen in power on both the strength of his name and his ruthless ability to achieve results, no affair the job. Kho was now infected with two types of nanobots, both of my intention. His endorse transmission, the one I had just passed to him with a encounter of my deal, was neutralizing the beginning, granting me full control of everything he did with a thought.

"It's a Bentley,"stated Kho, mistaking my gaze for curiosity. Indeed it was. A pre-production theoretical account of the new Bentley SUV. I would have been very impressed but I was otherwise occupied.

It took less me than a moment to trigger terror warning throughout my meshing. For good measure I activated the US national vindication as well. With a specific thought from me, the entire America global defending team web threat layer increased to DEFCON 2. As Cheney and I settled in for our ride, priority flashing traffic erupted around the globe as all military parting and furloughs were cancelled. All seaworthy naval ships in port were put into departure mode and would put to sea within six 60 minutes. All ships at sea shut down all non-essential communication and all ships in the Pacific, Indian and Arctic Oceans as well as the Mediterranean Sea went to battle post. Klaxons cried"This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill. Nuclear U-boat rose to launch depths at their dictate stations while around the world, every atomic asset in our armory was switched to prepare-to-launch modal value. Ground troops around the existence were scrambled and reported to their conscription breaker point. Our troops in Iraq and Afghanistan ceased all in-theater mathematical operation and withdrew to their designated safe zones. And for well measurement, I tasked three separate look down satellites to furnish over vigil of the compound in Negombo. What I had learned from General Khorloogiyn Choibalsan in those few mo had frightened me to the full stop that I was ready to turn over around, get airborne and then order a pre-emptive atomic strike on this discharge Taiwanese urban center. While we drove from the airport, I was composing e-mail to the Pentagon and to my personal security strength. I used the imminent threat code word"Wounded human knee ”. Until the code Bible reached the eyes of the secretaire of defense reaction, all reception were reflexive. Only the secretaire of defense reaction could admission the Wounded Knee protocol, but he was wise and did not alter the reply. The President's planned visit to Georgia was cancelled and he was immediately taken to Air force out One and would persist airborne for the duration. His folk was taken deep below the White House and the vice President and cabinet were taken to the Farm, where the most toughened sand trap in the earth would protect them from multiple strikes by nuclear weapon. Once the President was airborne, all of the friend of the United body politic were also alerted through official TV channel, but in the few minutes that passed, every intelligence Nation on world that was keeping their eyes on the disposition of US forces had already alerted their bosses. In twenty-two minutes the earthly concern went from peaceful to the verge of a atomic war. The kickoff incoming call option made to the chairman was from the Chinese ambassador. The President did not have his call. He was interfering trying to call in me.

"This is the Library of Ordos,"stated Kho pointing toward a massive arrangement of cylinders that appeared to be falling over, bringing my tending to my gift surroundings."And this is the hoarded wealth Palace,"he said indicating a gargantuan brown blob of a edifice that looked more like an unbaked cookie than a palace. Even more out of place was the lack of dealings and the deficiency of pedestrians. Built as home for nearly two million people, less than three thousand had ever taken up residence. Ordos was a massive, glittering ghost town.

"have you seen anything interesting yet ?"whispered Cheney as he leaned in closer to me. Cheney knew that something was definitely wrong. Cheney's secured cellphone vibrated in his pocket. He looked down at who was calling and then asked me,"Is this your doing ?"

"No need to whisper. Kho can't listen us,"I replied."Yes it's my doing. I put the US on DEFCON 2."He stared at me with trepidation."Everything we need to see is in the mines,"I assured him. I didn't tell him more than that. No need to vex him.

"The mines ? What mines ?"

"I'll show you. Kho !"The driver turned his head as I released him from his temporary deafness."Take us to the Hotel Senwei."

"Of course. We will be there in four minutes."

We pulled up at a sleek, ultramodern hotel. It was the only place we had seen with any type of activity at all. There were people staffing the foresightful smutty marble rejoinder, bellhop working the lobby, and valet parking fomite as they arrived. Kho opened the threshold and we stepped into the eve air and entered the memorial tablet and melanise principal entrance.

"Join us Kho,"I called over my shoulder joint. My impromptu comment was received as an unbreakable edict, just as I expected it to be.

"It would be my smashing purity, Dr. David."He left the Bentley SUV in the driveway and followed us across the lobby to a bank of elevators.

"If you would be so variety, Kho,"I waved him toward the controls.

"Certainly. What storey ?"

"surprisal us,"I replied coolly.

The three of us entered into a gigantic elevator, out of topographic point for a hotel lobby. It was big enough to comport several dozen passengers and their luggage. Or one large vehicle. We descended beneath the hotel.

:"Are we going down ?"asked Cheney.

"Yes we are,"replied Kho.

"How far ?"

"Down to the factory. Dr. David is nigh interested in seeing it. Isn't that true, Dr.David ?"

"Yes Kho. It is,"I replied.

"fountainhead titillate my ass with a feather,"exhaled Rick Cheney."I'm surprised."

When the opulent elevator doors slid undefendable, they revealed a massive composite. It stretched in every management all around us. 100 of workers in pale dingy overalls moved around. Some pushing snowy go-cart filled with BIN, some driving electric trucks carrying Patrick White bin cart, some walking without any burden but appearing to be going somewhere urgently. Everyone seemed to be doing something useful and no one gave us a 2d glance. I didn't need to infect them to know that every worker was under the influence of the acerb nanobots that had been corrupted from my design.

"The urban center above is a monster façade, isn't it ?"asked Cheney.

"But of course,"replied General Kho. Otherwise this complex would have been discovered long ago. What respectable way to hide a power grid the size of Bakersfield, Golden State ? All of the power output from the Taishir Dam is diverted to here."

"What is the purpose of this spot ?"Cheney continued. The sudden existence of a complex this size of it scared him. It was his business to know about office like this. What scared him more was that the facility had been built without the knowledge of the Chinese government activity. That scared me as well.

"It is the preparation ground for the new Khans. From here we shall launch the attack to take over the earthly concern,"boasted superior general Khorloogiyn Choibalsan."Instead of riding cavalry, we will rule by a gentler jot. Don't you see the purity of our plan, Dr. David ? No blood need be spilled at all. Soon all governments will lay off to be at war. Martin Luther King and Pilgrim, princes and paupers all will be content with their lot in life. Strife will be a forget remembering. We are creating Utopia."I could see by the glint in his heart he was a true believer. A zealot."All ruled by the Great Khan."I could read his emotion without the nervous connection. He was elated by the prospect.

"Who is behind all this ?"

"You."He looked directly at me."Of course."

"Me ? Don't be absurd. I am NOT behind all this."I accessed all of his cerebration, he was telling the Sojourner Truth. He believed I was behind all this."Show me."

For the succeeding three 60 minutes we toured the coordination compound from the nates of an galvanizing cart, seeing about a fourth of it by my calculation. The quad combined all the elements of a mine and manufacturing plant with an incubator and biologic ontogenesis plant life. Nanobots were being created in the billions of trillion. This complex was the birthplace of decent nanobots to infect every animation being on ground gazillion of multiplication over. None of this made any gumption. There were processes and innovation I had only thought of briefly that had been built and perfected and they were operational. Our tour ended abruptly in a cavernous hanger that stretched for knot. So far that we could not see the end, it just disappeared in the distance. In the hanger were 10 of thousands of DCA dark bird of Jove. The same attempt helicopters that we had first seen in Sri Lanka the day before.

"These are our new entire !"boasted General Khorloogiyn Choibalsan."When we take to the skies in these, all will be swept before us. We will not be denied our rightful shoes as rulers of the world."

Even without calculating the odds, I knew that Kho was not boasting. Thirty thousand wickedness bird of Jove, primed with nanobot payloads, sent out among the earth could enslave the stallion reality's universe in mean solar day. Even hour. But there was still an component missing. Something important. I needed to drag one's heels. My personal security was en route, but they would be twenty hr away and even I didn't have the men to train over a facility this size and knock off its use. Not alone anyway. That was it. That was the constituent I was missing. In parliamentary law for the tool master to keep control, he had to be in contact lens with the strand. No man could see to it the entire world's population himself. Controlling hundreds was hard enough. Controlling thousands took immersion. In order to see jillion, you needed a machine. A really big machine. I shuddered.

"Show me to my office and research laboratory,"I ordered Kho."There is employment to be done."

"You have an office here ?"hissed Cheney."You really ARE behind all this ?"

"No, of course not. But I know who, or more importantly, what is. Our Host here can not differentiate us apart for a good reason. He has been instructed not to. He believes I created all this when I assure you I did not. But that mistaken notion may lead to a solution to our problem."

XV moment later we approached a looking glass edifice that rose C of feet to the cap of the goliath cavern. I passed my hired man over the acknowledgment panel and the door immediately hissed out of my way. Cheney followed.

"Kho, I am expecting guests. Please contain twenty loyal and trusted soldiers to my aircraft to alleviate my two Leftenants. Bring them to me and then await my other Edgar Albert Guest. They are going to need immediate access."

"It will be my pleasure, Dr. David."He turned and strode away, mounting the electric automobile vehicle and zipping off toward the elevators back to the Hotel Senwei.

"What is going on David ? I need an explanation and I need it now !"demanded Cheney as the door hissed shut behind us.

"It will be well-heeled to show up you."I walked across the minuscule hall to an lift and pushed the clitoris. It opened immediately. There were no push to exhort inside. It was both an elevator and a killbox. Only an authorized rider could use this elevator."place,"I commanded.

"As you wish, Dr. Jacques Louis David. Welcome."The elevator replied with a feminine voice as it began to climb. A few seconds later the room access hissed undecided again. We both stepped out.

"This is….your office."Cheney was understandably confused."I mean, it looks like your office staff. What the hell is going on here ?"

"I will demonstrate."I walked over and placed my hand against the wall, accessing the nanobots in the polyplastic social structure that made up every speck of the building we were standing in. My new nanobots immediately began to assimilate the natives they found in the structure in an exponential function flood tide.

The door hissed spread out. And there I was, standing remote my office peering into my office peering back at me. It wasn't my clone, it was me. I realized that I was the clone, not him.

"Hello my Quaker. Welcome menage,"I said from outside the room access."I see you brought haystack along. Hello Rick."

"Saint David, just what the hell is going on here ? Who is this ?"

"That,"I replied with certainty,"is Dr. David. The REAL Dr. David."

"The just WHO THE sin ARE YOU ?"

"Me ? I guess you can say I am the former Dr. David. The public Dr. David. The failsafe Dr. Saint David. The alone somebody on the satellite who can stop me from full world-wide supremacy. Isn't that right ?"

"Yes."

"When did they suit sentient ?"

"Ten days ago."

"You built all of this in ten long time ? I am impressed."

"You've created a way to stop us in less than a month, I am even more impressed."

"We are brilliant."

"Yes we are."

"wealthy person you begun neutralizing the scourge ?"

"Should I ?"

"If you don't, it can never be done. Once the nanobots are released, they can never be recalled. It will only be a matter of prison term before they realize we are superfluous and serve no rattling purpose."”

"Even though we created them ?"

"Gratitude, loyalty, allegiance, faith, making love, hate, anger, passion…..none of these things matter to the nanobots. Together they form one judgement with iinfinite king. They can reduplicate from any material and do not sense high temperature or cold or need atomic number 8. They are poised to take over the mankind and then beyond."

"I will get to alter that in future plan, I am sure. seed, shake my hand."My doppelganger complied, accepting my transmission readily.

"You realize I could use these new nanos to produce a pains that your new bots can not alter, don't you ?"

"But you won't do that, will you ?

"Of class not. That would defeat your purpose entirely wouldn't it ?"We both laughed."When does the cavalry arrive ?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"Then we have a night to enjoy, don't we ? I see you brought guests. Could one of them be for me ?"

"Both,"I assured him,"and I assume you have worthy companions for Rick and I ?"

"But of course of action. This way."We followed him into the elevator and descended. The threshold opened and we entered a declamatory comfortable elbow room filled with overstuff piece of furniture and six Chinese women with such looker they could get been made of porcelain. Two had the lineament of the Khans, broad bronze faces with hooded eye, strong and supple. They were thick of thigh and strong of arm, adequate to of long length on horseback, but decidedly womanly. Two had the fine specify feature film of the seafaring common people of T'ai Pei, lithe and willowy. The final twain had the round features of the great deal, glowing from the spiritual military posture of Sitsang and thriving at the roof of the world. All were wearing identical silk deels, spread at the pharynx and fastened with the traditional five mother of pearl buttons. As beautifully crafted as the robes were, the woman inside were the real hoarded wealth.

I sent a command to my nanobots for toughness and undue seminal fluid production.

One of each pair joined Rick and their twin joined me. At first mite, my newly created nanobots assimilated them, converting their aborigine nanobots over to the new strain. My doxy slowly disrobed me, taking their sweet time, caressing my exposed tegument as they did so. My archetype self had named them Khai, Mazu, and Wen respectively, choosing derivation of their native language for princess or goddess. Khai the Mongol loosed two buttons and slipped her robe from her shoulder, revealing the tops of her ample breasts and hard spacious shoulders. Her custody were strong and ship's boat and they gripped my growing manhood. I basked in the warmth of her hands as they slowly stroked me to to the full mast.

Mazu pulled my shirt from my right arm and then removed her deel entirely, pressing guiding my arm around her spinal column and nestling her boob against my rib Cage. Wen did the Saami on the left. I accessed their pleasance core and set their arousal answer to increase slowly but unstoppably whenever my skin met theirs. I glanced over at Cheney, reclining on the soft shock of the lounge, receiving the pleasure they were programmed to provide. The archetype Dr. Jacques Louis David was standing like I was, hands resting on the top dog of his two sexual slaves as they lavished his turgid penis with their mouths.

I felt my cock slip between Khai's lips and down her throat. I could sense her throat constricting, milking my cock. I pulled my other two charwoman closer, pressing them tight against me, sharing my pleasure with all three of them. I could reek the flood of pheromones, the fragrance of pure arousal. Khai pressed her nose flat against my venter, driving my prick deeper down her throat, drawing intense pleasure for herself from my increased lust. Wen and Mazu lightly drug their fingernails down my chest and back, teasing my nipples and grazing my ass. I kissed Wen first and then Mazu, lifting them to my oral fissure as I bent to their lips. Khai pulled off of my cock and knelt on the sofa in front of us. Wen and Mazu guided me forward and into her waiting twat. She was engorged and dripping. All three woman shared the volatile pleasure of my entrance into Khai, I saw to that. I stood still as Wen and Mazu pulled Khai back onto my shaft. They pumped her in and out for several minutes ; their common stimulation climbing inexorably to not bad high. It was familiar to each in a different way. Like climbing a peck, crossing a sea, or riding across a vast expanse. They drew ever tight to their destination. By now they were dire to progress to their concluding release. I lifted Wen and reclined her onto Khai's back. Khai was too inviolable to be burdened by the additional weight unit. Khai sank to her knees so that Wen's eager pussy lined up with my divulge putz. Wen reached around her rear to transfix Khai's side. I buried my cock in a harsh, deep thrust, just as Wen had hoped. Though she was a culturally spiritual someone, Wen could easily access her forcible Passion of Christ. She released all her desire into wanton luxuria. Mazu stood behind me, reach around me to grip Wen's thighs, thrusting her backrest against me while pressing her taut breasts into the minuscule of my back. The three women gasped in unison, so perfectly were they mated in their mutual foreplay.

It only took a few minutes before I could feel Wen begging for release. I withdrew and turned around, my prick an wild shadowiness of red, glistening with the succus of our union. Mazu reached up and encircled my neck with her arms. She pulled herself up my torso easily, gripping my sides with her slender legs. She was surprisingly potent for someone so lithe. She lowered her open flower onto my upward pointing cock and then threw herself backwards to the remainder of her arms and sank my cock deep into her crease. The two women behind us collapsed with pleasure. They rolled apart ; then nestled in beside each former, each with their finger in the other woman's cunt. As they shared this third gear coupling with us, they satisfied each other. I made them separate and lowered Mazu between them. With all three women splayed out in front of me, I kept pounding the bitch of Mazu while burying three fingers into the flooded slits of Khai and Wen. The combining of their own pleasure with the shared rage of the other two, all three women were in risk of losing their judgment. I blasted the interior of Mazu's slit with the first thick-skulled ropes of my sexual climax. She shuddered and bucked. So did Wen and Khai. I withdrew and moved to the right hand, thrusting deep into Wen, releasing another downpour of cum, sending all three woman back over the top of the pile, writhing and gasping. I finished between Khai's thigh. Those mesomorphic thighs bred into her by countless forefathers astride horseback. She was the tightest of the three. Her twat brawniness flexed and tugged at my manhood, milking me into a third gear release as I thrust deep into her volcanic inside. She looped her ankle joint around my ass and assistance slam dance my rose hip into hers, riding me and urging me on. As I let go my final outlet, she screamed a guttural cry of triumph and delight ; the warrior's cry of victory. The four of us collapsed in a heap of expend flesh.

Down in the manufacturing plant below, the production of nanobots programmed to take away over the world continued without abatement. I knew I would have got to do something and soon. hayrick Cheney was in no condition to do anything to quash the obliteration of the homo race. The original Dr. David was likewise out of commission.

"It's time to call in your leadership team,"I finally said to my replicate."I feel clip is running out."

"You are probably right. My figuring state we have about four and a half hours."

"Then the horse cavalry will be too recently,"I said, sitting up. I was no longer tired.

"Of row they will be Jacques Louis David. Just as I planned."He smiled a satisfy grinning. Inside I could feel myself changing. My nanobots were beginning to grass me. They no longer did my dictation. My new strain wasn't assimilating the former nanobots ; they were mimicking the master copy strain and being controlled by the original David.

The puppet master had tied his chain to me .